Cute, lovable companions? Or furry freeloaders? This is the topic of today's chronicle. It was prompted by my discovery this morning of a scene looking suspiciously like a typical teenager's room. Socks and underwear were strewn everywhere on the floor and laundry was deposited in every corner. Worst of all, the Minotaur mask had been chewed on, and it's basket- stand trashed. The boys had done a number on the basement. And those socks? They were my clean ones. Errrrrr! Time for the freeloaders to earn their keep. And I've got a few really good ideas on that subject. First - jean disstressers. They are already very skilled at this and with time and training they could learn to artfully create rips and maybe even chew the jeans to make them soft and worn just like Jesus Seven and other $400 jeans sold in Yorkville. Second - piercing! They're also supremely talented at this- as my scarred legs attest. I would of course supervise until they got good." Rufus, this girl would like a nose pierce" Eek. Much screaming from the girl. Oh, sorry he missed! Maybe I could let them practice on less sensitive areas like the belly button until they got accurate with those little razors they wield. Anyway, I definitely wouldn't let them do any of the delicate below the groin work for at least a year. Eek! Ooops, now you're circumcised!